Ge Dongxu glanced at the villa and then withdrew his gaze, following the slightly nervous Zhang Yaku into the courtyard.
The atmosphere in the hillside villa was somewhat somber.
A silver-haired old man sitting in a wheelchair was currently placing his hand on a little boy lying flat on the bed.
The boy's face was tinged with blue, his breathing barely perceptible, the very child that had been cradled in the arms of the beautiful young woman in the Mercedes.
At this moment, that beautiful young woman and the dignified and authoritative man known as Master Gu were also present, both looking extremely anxious and nervous.
The old man's one hand was searching back and forth over the boy's body, while the other held a jade token.
The jade was so green that it was refreshing to the heart and pleasing to the nose, even tinting the old man's fingers green as he held it.
